The whole world bows a mighty bow

Fall’s advance, its slow velvet curtain trails along the tests of seasons, relentless, calm and bound. She smiles, a crisp wind and sunny freckles at her cheek and the whole world bows a mighty bow. She strolls along to meet her lover, a slumbering wintery hand extended to meet his chest, the warmth of love at once unraveled in dutiful earnest sleep.

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photo by Quebec photographer Isabelle T.

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